Whim

I need to get out of this town again. For good. I'm bored and frustrated out of my sanity. I have half a mind to take the money saved this summer and hop on a train. Tip my hat to PBA and say, "Thank you for introducing me to the love of my life. Keep the rest".

A midnight knock on his door, a smirk on my face, a whisper in his ear. "Pack your bags, love. It's time."

The engine bites off the end of the dark morning hush. Two steaming grandes, black. One blueberry muffin, one banana nut. One map, a full tank, and a handful of stolen kisses. His faith, my fire.

One covenant.

A bit wild? Why yes, yes I am. See, I finally decided to listen to Florida when she rumbles. I've never been too fond of her. Too much competition with the two of us being the way we are. But she told me she loves me. She told me I'm very much like herself. Her thunder always chases each flash and flicker. And me, well. I need to run after my own lightening.

Running away from home? No, you quite misunderstand. I'm taking my home with me.